The Pawnbroker

One heart to trade or sell
One heart, an empty shell
Perhaps I'll stop in some pawnbrokers shop
And see what he might pay for second hand hearts today
Or old dreams I'll never use
Love songs I'd love to lose
Such worthless things
What scale could measure them
What other fool could be a fool like me and treasure them
Since you're gone I wear you on this heart
How could I pawn this heart that still loves you?